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Show B I,ffl w "Uncle," said little Johnnie, "tell me how you Hlm P charged with your war-horse up the San Juan K Wn m hil1 at tn0 head of your troPs'" "Well," said the H 11 battle-scarred veteran, "I mounted the fiery ani- H rt'S i mal, drew my sword from its scabbord, rose in i K I my stirrups, cried 'Forward!' and sunk the spurs B'f E M deep in the QulverinS flanks of my gallant steed." Birol i "Yes," exclaimed the boy, breathless; "go on, Hltll I uncle. Tell me the rest of it." There isn't any HfM moro to tell, Johnnie," said his uncle, with a P Wffl m pensive sigh; "the horse balked." Chicago Trib- H .! m une' |